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Chapter 12 – Hunter – Blame
"What do you mean you can't find the Captain?" Cuthbert demanded. "You were with her!"
"What do we do now? She told us to follow the Pirate Code." Little Jack Boy piped.
"This is your fault magic boy." Scar said. "Maybe we should make you disappear forever."
Hunter found that the crew had turned against him in a blink of an eye; they were loyal to their captain and only their captain. One by one, swords and pistols were drawn and Hunter found himself back to back with the Uncle Billy.
"Killing him won't bring her back." He said simply. "What we need to do now, is not waste any time, we need to find her."
"How the hell are we meant to do that Bill? There's got to be a thousand people on this bloody port! She could be anywhere!" Sinbad protested, punching his fist against the carved wood.
"Since when did Anne Morgan teach us to give up all hope? Since when did she decide that killing innocent people was fine?" My Bower said quietly from the corner.
"We owe her, for taking us in, for taking us away from the ordinary life, for saving us one too many times." Mr. Ward said, cleaning his half moon spectacles with the end of this dirty shirt, he was quite relaxed.
Hunter stood there, trapped between a door and the angry crew. Where was Anne Morgan? Was she safe?
"I..." An unfamiliar voice said behind them and Hunter looked up to see a silver haired man. "...propose a deal."
"Who the devil are you?" Master Will demanded. "Get off our ship."
"Commodore Harrison? Is that you?" Mr. Pugwash asked, squinting against the sunlight.
"Name your deal." Mr. Avary wasted no time.
"Give me the map belonging to our Pirate Lord, year 1856." Nicholas Harrison said.
"And if we don't agree?" Corky asked.
"Then say goodbye to your beloved captain." Nicholas Harrison replied leisurely, smiling.
Master Will, who had been rummaging through the map chest, looked up quizzically. "But there was no map of our Pirate Lord year 1856. It all ended in 1855."
Nicholas Harrison laughed. "Do not try and make a fool out of me. I have seen the map in your possession. I want that map at sunset or she dies. Do we have an accord?"
"Yes we do." Hunter replied before any other member of the crew had formed a decision.
"Excellent, glad you saw it my way." Nicholas Harrison grinned.
"What? No! Are you crazy boy?" Mr. Blackheart exclaimed in despair. "We don't have a deal!" But Nicholas Harrison was gone.
"Look what you've done! We don't have the map; she's going to be killed!" Sinbad said angrily, pressing his gleaming sharp sword edge against Hunter's throat, a trickle of blood slid down the blade.
A heavy and tense silence settled over the ship to which Hunter smiled, reached for his pocket and fished out an old piece of parchment.
"Gentlemen, you're looking at the map that once belonged to our Pirate Lord year 1856." He said.
There was a moment of silence as the crew stared in awe at the only copy of the Pirate Lord's map of the year 1856 that ever existed.
"What do we do now?" Little Jack Boy asked.
"We can't just give it to him." Mr. Honest said.
"But we need to, to get her back." Scar stated.
"It's the only map left." Mr. Honest said, unsure of himself.
"Well if we want to save Anne Morgan, we have no choice. We're going to give him the map." Hunter concluded, retreated into the Captain's quarters with the map in hand.
